Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.